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19:30, the rehearsal ends.
“Acceptable work, everyone. Now go home, we’re doing the final rehearsal tomorrow.”
19:49, trio of actors exit the theatre.
“Why would they give me leather bag and coat? I know medicine workers’ pay are really good, but my character dresses too Kitsch for an intellectual.”
“At least you don’t have to wear heavy worker clothes. Mark really wanted to nail the ‘brute’ vibes of this guy. At least the apron’s handy for carrying tools, because that madman actually forces me to operate on these dolls.”
“I’m not complaining, he didn’t force me to get cancer or wear bad clothes. My rags and boots are quite comfy.”
“You shaved your head though.”
“Hair’ll grow back, so it’s nothing really.”
“Hey, Burakh, Clara, I want to ask you both something.”
“Yes?”
“Yeah, sure, shoot.”
“It’s been a stressful day, and we can’t really eat that much even on breaks, so you wanna get something to grub and then maybe get a drink?”
“Food is ok, but I’m not sure about drinking. I wanna make it to the rehearsal on time, you know how Mark is.”
“Yeah, man. I’m down for some drinks.”
They walk to the bar.
“Guys, it’s 20:16. I know we’re not at the play, but that doesn’t mean time isn’t essential.”
“Look at the big guy staying in character, what’s next, gonna organ harvest the gopniki nearby?”
“No, I won’t. It’s just that some of us have a role that’s more physical and we tire more.”
“Then why’d you accept Brainy’s invitation?”
“Because he was polite and I respect him and you as actors.”
“Thanks for the compliment, Burakh. It’s a lot of stress learning all these latin proverbs and acting all high and mighty, and now I just want to do normal people things, like hanging out.”
“From all the Latin quotes you study, you’ll turn into a Roman senator.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAH, I’m stealing that one Burakh, that’s gold! AHAHAHHAAHA.”
20:32, in the bar.
“No heavy alcohol for you, young lady.”
“And why not, you giant! I can do whatever I want, I’m 17!”
“You’re one day old, given how you just crawled out of the hole...”
“And now you’re in character, huh Brainy? God, you both sometimes!”
“I’ll have wine, how about you guys?”
“I can use a beer, I guess.”
“OH lOok aT Me i wAnnA MAke IT to tHe REhearSaL on TiME”
“I can change my mind, ok?”
“Artemy Burakh got attacked by 3 guys and still stayed in the town. You sir, aren’t true to your character.”
“Not you as well Daniil...”
“Ha! Good ‘Oynon’ knows when someone’s right. Anyway I don’t know, I’ll have a boba tea I guess?”
21:03, few drinks in.
“So what I’ve been trying to explain to Mark is that these revolvers are British. It’s impossible they’d be in some Russian steppe town.”
“Dude, suspension of disbelief, ever heard of it? The Town can be anywhere.”
“True. Even my surgical equipment is jumping all around time periods.”
“Yeah man, it’s just a stupid pistol. It’s not like it’s important to the story.”
“Carrying the stupid bag around isn’t important but I gotta do it anyways. And the not eating and exhausting moving around doesn’t really help.”
“Well, we get paid so no reason to complain that much.”
“Yeah.”
“You should complain about Twyrine though. It tastes like grass and branches.”
“Clara, you actually drank that??? That wasn’t a thing for you? I needed it to ‘see’ the herbs and hidden places at the city. Daniil or you aren’t supposed to think much of it.”
“Well you had this look like you enjoyed it and I wanted to see what was so special about it.”
“Yes, because I ACTED. We’re ACTORS, remember?”
“Actually, this is more of a part time job for me.”
(both say) “What?”
“I just stumbled at the audition on total accident and just got picked. I think they mistook my joking magic fingers I do when bored for acting. It’s a miracle really.”
“Fitting.”
“Yeah, doc. Really fitting. How’d you land the role?”
“Well, I’m still at the Academy of Dramatic Acts, and Medical College is nearby so there my girlfriend who’s playing Eva got the role in. She’s a part timer, too. Pretty ironic considering I’m a doctor.”
“That’s funny. This is my first acting role since I got to the city. Before that I was acting somewhere else.”
“Heh, well I guess we got scouted really good, didn’t we?”
“Yep.”
21:36, they go their separate ways.
“See you two tomorrow then. And remember, only a miracle can set us free without us having to destroy something.”
“Bye, Clara. Bye, Burakh. The Truth is my shepherd.”
“Well, off I go then. See you.”
(walks away) “You ruined the moment Artemyyyyyyyyyyy.”
The Day is Over.